Where it happened: his bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Well! I’ve read a bunch of these, and since so many of them are fictional, I feel the need to say that this IS how it happened for me. I imagine I will tell it in a pretty tame way, so it should be obvious. It’s not romantic, and I must say that I’m more than a little jealous of the people with beautiful, romantic first time stories. So, here goes.
I met him not long after my birthday, we talked, and he asked me out on my first date. I was very inexperienced–had only kissed two guys previously–and nervous around guys, so I had to force myself to ask him out. I did think he was cute. He was 19. We had dinner and a movie and then we went to his house (he lived with his parents) and played Mortal Kombat. He had kissed me outside the restaurant, and we made out in his bedroom. He was a good kisser and has very much influenced my kissing style. I was finishing my period, so I only let him touch my breasts. It was the first time a guy had done that to me and I really liked it.
We started “going out” that night; he was my first boyfriend besides elementary school.
We hung out every day when I got out of school (his college classes ended at noon). We had been going out for five days the day it happened. By then we had groped everywhere, and I had gone down on him. It was probably six or so in the evening on a Wednesday, his parents were out, the bedroom door was locked, and we were in the top bunk of his bunk bed. (Cheesy, isn’t it?) The tv was on to cover up any noise we made or didn’t make (“It’s awfully quiet in there, isn’t it?”).
It wasn’t planned. He went down on me for the first time and I was so turned on I told him I wanted to do it. We were both already naked–although I believe I still had my socks on. He put on a condom. I spread my legs and he started to try to put his penis in me. I was tight as hell and it kept sliding away. Finally it went in. It hurt a little, but mainly I just felt full. Not long after he started moving, there was a knock on the door. His step-mom had come home with McDonald’s for us. Not surprisingly it killed the mood.
We both got dressed and went the kitchen to eat. I was amused as hell and giggled all through dinner. I thought it was really funny, for some reason.
We did it again later, and it still hurt, so I put us on a rigorous schedule. After that we would have sex two or three times a day. Which was fairly easy since he was something of a Minute Man.
He broke up with me about a week and a half after the first time. It made me sad, but I got over it. Later I found out he had made up a few events about me to his friends.
Overall, my first time wasn’t all that special, besides being just that.
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